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Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
THE SPYING STEPDAUGHTER — a frank story of one young woman’s approach to sexual honesty. A story with a lesson for us all.
The gentle fingers smoothed the curly copper hair to each side of the swollen cunt-lips, delighting in the silky feel of the already dampening skin. As the fingers gently stroked the cunt-lips apart, before plunging into the grasping depths, one fingertip gently brushed the clit, bringing a moan of pure animal pleasure from the full lips, which were the second most lovely feature beneath the crown of copper which billowed on the pillow behind Cheri Hill’s head.
“Oh, hell!” Cheri moaned, playing with her hot cunt, lost in the smell of heated flesh and fantasies.
Her fantasies of late seemed to center around Neva, her mother. She had been told that she looked just like her — though Cheri couldn’t see it — that her mind just naturally turned to remembering things she had seen her mother do.
Neva was beautiful, with her copper hair, soft green eyes, little, slightly turned up nose, full lips, and big tits. Cheri didn’t mind being compared with her mother. But Cheri, at five-two, was three inches taller than her mother. Still, when she was forced to fantasize to satisfy herself, it was usually Neva she thought about. Neva and Bill.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.